The night’s fury rules the day’s light
Yet the night beholds it’s beauty to him,
A lone fighter ,with anchor broken;
Bruised is his body
Unscathed his grey soul
Wounds mattered little,
When triumph is the only goal;
He slides the sharp glittering sword.
Into his cloak,the lone fighter has a aim.
Amidst the cover of the motherly night skies,
He enters the palace of the wrong.
He wouldn’t spare a soul, he woes;
But there lies a child in her cradle,
Lovely child on a moonless night.
He never came across a pure soul until now!
His sword growls at the hunger for blood,
His woes battles for the fair game,
Assassin he is, but not a heartless murderer.
As he silences his sword abandoning it away;
He plunges for the child with eyes of care,
For he would raise the beauty of the dark
It is a pure soul, unhindered by the locks of evil.
Vanishing into the darkness,he smiles;
The assassin pledges a new woe,
To be a father, the best one!
The sword awaits on the dark empty roads,to find it’s new owner
The one who is hungry for blood…
The sword is cursed
But nobody will ever know!!